The third day of the Nine-Foot Taoist Temple falls into the night.

Zhang Xuezhou swallowed the Qi and Blood Pill in one gulp.

He had no interest in things like the surge of qi and blood in his body, and he didn't want to feel any pain.

As soon as the Qi and Blood Pill was swallowed, his eyes were dark, and then his eyelids opened, and the person had returned to the bed in reality.

"What an exciting night!"

Zhang Xuezhou shook his head, which was still a little dazed due to too many dreams, recalled the contents of the dream again, and then updated the patient's diary there.

"It's too halal, it's kind of interesting!"

Zhang Xuezhou took a look at another nonsense exercise, 'The Way of Heaven, what is lost is more than enough to make up for what is lacking. Therefore, the false is better than the real, and the insufficient is better than the ......'.

Zhang Xuezhou made a special record of Zhang Weimeng's blind cultivation exercises, and the special reason for this is nothing more than the sentence 'insufficient is more than enough'.

Insufficient to win means to be strong with weakness, which is very in line with Zhang Xuezhou's current physical condition.

If he wants to break out of the encirclement, he can only give himself the comforting words that are not enough to win.

He glanced at the exercise called the Nine Yin True Scripture, and also recorded the content of the Taiqing Halal Technique when he wrote his diary.

After the daily routine was over, Zhang Xuezhou took the scheduled breakfast and walked slowly to Yucai Middle School.

Whether it's a freshman, sophomore, or junior year of high school, every student is fighting for a way out.

The screening of one session after another is now the final watershed, and I have to fight for the last few months.

It is difficult for Zhang Xuezhou to evaluate the advantages and disadvantages of this education system, but it is indeed a fairer way of screening at the moment, even if he becomes a loser.

He staggered into Class 156 and found his place again.

On Zhang Xuezhou's desk, there were books and test papers nearly a meter thick.

For high school juniors, they have few other options except for the tactics of the sea of questions, and nine out of ten of them are ordinary families, so there is only the road left for the exam.

Zhang Xuezhou is no exception, when he arrives at school, his learning is to read books or brush questions, and if he encounters difficult to understand content, he asks the teacher.

The students have already learned in the first and second years of high school, and the rest is basically to watch the students play, and the teacher is more to control the classroom discipline and explain doubts, or find relevant key exam questions to tell one day.

"Brother Zhou, let's go to challenge together?"

As soon as Zhang Xuezhou sat down, Mei Renteng, who was at the same table, whispered an invitation.

The challenge mentioned by Mei Renteng is the school ranking test, which is a test of students' choice, and they have the opportunity to get the highest score three times a month.

The visual device on the desktop can be linked to the question bank, and each time a different question is extracted for independent testing.

As long as the students are sure, they can go to the battle at any time.

Mei Renteng obviously has the desire to try and want to take advantage of the best time period in his mental state to hit the rankings.

"It seems that Brother Teng is going to hit the top two hundred this time!" Zhang Xuezhou said with a smile.

"A must!"

Mei Renteng raised his right fist.

As a difficult brother, he is not much better than Zhang Xuezhou, the school ranking is at the middle level, it is difficult to be admitted to any good university, and he can only choose between ordinary universities and colleges.

But Mei Renteng still has a somewhat superior mentality.

Compared with him, Zhang Xuezhou's ability to continue brushing questions is very poor, and he can't stay up after two hours of sea of questions, and it is easy to get sleepy and turn in the paper early.

This makes Mei Renteng's performance always better than Zhang Xuezhou.

As the saying goes, the dragon follows the dragon and the phoenix, but with Zhang Xuezhou's state, it is almost impossible to repeat the glory of his sister who is a scholar.

Many people in the senior high school group feel that Zhang Manqian's younger brother should not be so bad, and some people feel that it is impossible for the family to have good grades.

Some teachers have a little expectation, and there is no shortage of serious responses when Zhang Xuezhou asks questions, and some people look at jokes coldly.

But for most people, who Zhang Manqian is, who Zhang Manqian's younger brother is, and whether he does well or not has nothing to do with them.

Mei Renteng's mind is more complicated.

The reason for this is naturally that he has more contact with Zhang Xuezhou, and he has some expectations in his heart to see if the other party can continue to be brilliant, but he is mixed with contradictions, and feels that Zhang Xuezhou should belong to the ranks of normal people like him.

For example, he and Zhang Xuezhou have a bad relationship, and the two sit together every day, and this kind of friendship at the same table is the strongest friendship in high school.

But if he has a good relationship with Zhang Xuezhou, Mei Renteng feels that something seems to be wrong.

Zhang Xuezhou came on time every day and would leave on time, except for the time of the eight classes, there was a great lack of communication between them, and they could exchange a few sentences when brushing the questions.

Mei Renteng finally swept these careful thoughts aside, and plunged into the sea of questions with Zhang Xuezhou's support.

"The ranking has been updated to two hundred and eighteen!"

After some testing, looking at the real-time updated rankings, Zhang Xuezhou closed the interface of the exam questions with great satisfaction.

He was quite pleased with the speed at which his results had risen.

In just a few days, it was impossible for his grades to show an explosive meteoric rise.

If his estimate is correct, his final ranking this month should be around 180, which will be 70 places higher than his previous ranking of 256.

This is partly due to the fact that he specializes in complex number theory question types to open up scores, but also because the time he has to cope with the exam questions is increasing.

As long as he can complete the exam questions soberly, his score will obviously rise, which is an inevitable result.

"I'm even one place behind you!"

Next to Zhang Xuezhou, Mei Renteng glanced at Zhang Xuezhou's ranking, and then looked at his ranking of the 219th, his teeth creaking.

Everyone is studying hard at school, and the time for studying is day and night, while Zhang Xuezhou relies on his home next to the school, and just clocks in and goes to school on time every day.

Mei Renteng felt a little sad in his heart, feeling that his hard work of studying for more than ten hours a day was not as good as Zhang Xuezhou's playful learning style.

Although the other party can't continue Zhang Manqian's strength, this contrast is still sad.

"It may be that the exam questions I touched are relatively simple," Zhang Xuezhou shrugged and said, "You know, there are some lucky candidates every time!" ”

"You make me feel so much more comfortable when you say that!"

Mei Renteng muttered.

There are thousands of questions in the question bank, and the questions given to each candidate are different, but there is no guarantee that the difficulty given is exactly the same.

The question bank can only ensure that the candidate has not taken the question before, but if the candidate has done a similar type of question outside of class, this is a judgment that the machine program cannot make.

This is also the luck mentioned by Zhang Xuezhou.

And when it comes to the unified adult exam, everyone will inevitably be the same paper.

As for who has done similar types of questions, that kind of luck candidate is probably the hope that everyone wants to be.

The short-term luck of the school ranking training exam doesn't determine anything.

If Zhang Xuezhou can enter the top ten of the school's ranking, he can get the ranking award of Yucai Middle School.

But a result of more than 200 prizes is obviously not going to be gained.

Mei Renteng made a 'come on' gesture towards Zhang Xuezhou, Zhang Xuezhou smiled and nodded again.

His popularity in the class is average.

On the one hand, because of the 'campus room', Zhang Xuezhou belongs to the day students near the school, and he does not get along with everyone in the morning and evening, nor does he sleep in the same dormitory.

On the other hand, Zhang Xuezhou is trying to avoid deep friendship, so as not to reveal his schizophrenic problem.

His relationship with everyone in the class wasn't good, but it wasn't bad either.

It's probably because there is no possibility of making enemies, and it's a little less emotional to become a dead friend.

Zhang Xuezhou sometimes feels that his interpersonal relationships are quite pathetic, but he can't ask a mentally ill person to be a sociable talent.

And when they graduated from high school, everyone had little intersection, and there was no difference between close and distant relationships.

Zhang Xuezhou thought about it and was relieved.

The days of studying in the third year of high school are still tense transitions.

Zhang Xuezhou counted his time.

If there are no accidents, he will spend a month on number theory, a month on biological genetics, a month on language theory, and half a month on foreign language subjects and other subjects.

His grades improved by dozens of places every month, until he entered the top of the school to compete.

As for what ranking he can compete for, and what level he will perform in the adult examination, that is what Zhang Xuezhou can't predict.

He smiled at Mei Renteng.

For him, the day's highly focused learning has ended, and the rest of the time belongs to the wandering study, and it is difficult to learn much in an absent-minded state, just to pass the time.

Zhang Xuezhou passed the time lazily, his eyes staring at the textbook.

When his mind flew away, he suddenly remembered the Halal Technique.

The things in the dream can't be counted, this is like the Nine Yin True Scripture in Zhang Weimeng's novel.

Although Zhang Weimeng blindly compiled a set of martial arts of the Nine Yin True Scriptures, it seems that there is still some truth in nonsense, but no one can practice that kind of mastery.

The same is true of the Tai Qing technique that came from Zhang Xuezhou's dream.

If he believed in the cultivation technique he had built in his dream, saying this kind of thing would make people laugh out of their big teeth.

But in a confined dream, too halal art must be the content of the dream person's practice, Zhang Xuezhou is difficult to see when he sees the content of the class, he can't help but ponder, to ensure that he can master his first technique as soon as possible after falling asleep.

His people are floating in the classroom, and his mind has flown to those subtle and indescribable contents.

Coping with the brush-style learning made Zhang Xuezhou mentally exhausted, but pondering too halal techniques made him mentally relaxed.

"Mentally ill people are only normal when they are in their own spiritual world!"

Zhang Xuezhou thought silently in his heart.

He felt that it was only when he thought about the world in his dreams that his head would not be so tense as if it were about to crack.

"I'm pondering the art of my dreams here, and I don't know if I can spend some time on my studies in my dreams, so that I can get into a useful school!"

Zhang Weimeng's plan to make a fortune failed step by step, and everything failed, and together with his mother Song Fengying, he didn't do her job and ran to engage in live broadcast to deceive people, and the Zhang family's economic resources were directly hit hard.

Both Zhang Xuezhou and Zhang Manqian have endured the pain of lack of money.

Zhang Xuezhou and Zhang Manqian don't have any special thoughts, just to get into a good school and rush to Qian.

If you don't have it, you don't have to worry about it.

But once you have it and then you are knocked down, this level of difference will be difficult to accept.

Zhang Xuezhou longed for the spacious house he lived in since he was a child, even if it was only in a corner of the suburbs.

Zhang Xuezhou also likes to grow fresh vegetables, rather than eating synthetic foods every day.

He used to have too much goodness, but he was deprived of it one by one.

Zhang Xuezhou just wants to get everything back from the past.

"This may be three years after I have succeeded in my studies and stepped into society...... No, five years...... Forget it, it should be possible in ten years! ”

His thoughts flipped and he kept gesturing in the Halal technique.

When the white seed in his body was unnaturally lifted in his consciousness, Zhang Xuezhou only felt a faint white light rising from the tip of his right finger, and a wave of heat immediately gushed out.

"Huh?"

Zhang Xuezhou was slightly stunned.

Zhang Weimeng's blind cultivation technique couldn't be practiced, and the cultivation technique he dreamed of seemed to have been successfully cultivated.

Although the power of Tai Qing Shu is very weak, Zhang Xuezhou is sure that this is the introduction to Tai Qing Shu mentioned by Li Jiao.

"How is that possible?"

The abilities he mastered in the real world were mapped into dreams, and Zhang Xuezhou felt that this was normal.

For example, he can play tennis in reality, and he also has relevant abilities in his dreams, but whenever he gets a tennis racket and tennis ball in his dream, Zhang Xuezhou feels that he can even draw the ball against the wall 300 times without taking off the racket.

For example, he has some skills in making and repairing, and for example, he has a good level of number theory, and can easily take on the responsibility of distributing meat in the village.

But from the dream to the reality, Zhang Xuezhou felt that things were very dreamy, and it was difficult to explain them with normal theories.

He suddenly remembered the white seed in his body.

Zhang Xuezhou used to think that it was the sequelae of his schizophrenia, which was a hallucination, which belonged to the sequelae of the conditioning key treatment, but now that he thinks about it again, Zhang Xuezhou feels that it is likely to be the harvest of dreaming.

Swallowing poisonous python meat gave him the seed to enter the country, which allowed him to derive a white seed in reality.

Tai Halal can also be mapped to the practice of reality.

"I also swallowed a Qi and Blood Pill......"

Zhang Xuezhou couldn't help it when he thought that he might become a strong man in reality.